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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.