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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.