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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
New Order,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.