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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Faust,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.