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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.