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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Human League 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.