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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.