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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.