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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Can,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.