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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.