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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.