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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
AZ,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.