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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jacob Miller to the techno 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All the Germs 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 rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.