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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.