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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.