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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.