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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
The Wake,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.