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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.