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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.