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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.