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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
CMW,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.