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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.