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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.