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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the jazz 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.