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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.