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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.