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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Niagra to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 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?
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.