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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Urselle,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.