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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.