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 Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.