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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.