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 Panama 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.