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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Rapeman to the disco 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.