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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.