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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.