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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Pole,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.