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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.