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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
New Order,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
MDC,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.