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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Remains to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
X-102,
ABC,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.