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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
UT,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.