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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 The Raincoats to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.