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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.