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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.