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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
UT,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.