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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Television,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.