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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.