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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.