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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.