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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the techno 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.