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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 chamberlin 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.