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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the dance 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
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.