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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.