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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.