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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.