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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.