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 Mexico and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.