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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.