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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.