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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.