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 Samoa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.