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 Peru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 the Sonics to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW 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?
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
ABC,
The Move,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.