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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.