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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Mars,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.