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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Gong,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.