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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Crime,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.