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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Yaz,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.