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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.