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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.