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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.