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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.