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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gories to the dance 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.