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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.