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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.