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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.