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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.