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 Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Q65,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.