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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.