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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Q65,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.