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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.