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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.