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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.