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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case 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?
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.