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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.