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 Syria 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.