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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
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Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.