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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.