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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
June Days,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.