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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Interpol to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.