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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bauhaus to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.