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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
New Order,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.