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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.