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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.