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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.