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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.