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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Moby Grape to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.