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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.