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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
the Association,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Cameo,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.