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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Monks to the techno 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.