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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.