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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.