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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.