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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.