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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.