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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Pole,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.