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 Azerbaijan 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.