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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.