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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.