Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.