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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Anakelly to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.