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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.