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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.