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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.