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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.