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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the dance 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.