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 Tonga and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 snare 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.