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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.