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 Germany 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.