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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.