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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.