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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Edmonton and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.