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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.