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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.