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 Australia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Gong,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.