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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 ABBA to the rap 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.