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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.