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 France and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hashim to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.