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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.