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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 synthesizer 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.