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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.