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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Wake to the electroclash 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Japan,
Mandrill,
DNA,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.