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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.