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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.