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 Japan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 oboe 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
X-101,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.