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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.