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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.