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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.