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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
The Motions,
Television,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.