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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.