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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
AZ,
UT,
Index,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Smog,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.