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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.