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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.