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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.