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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.