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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.