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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.