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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.