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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.