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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.