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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.