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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Animal Collective to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
the Swans,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Index,
Yaz,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.