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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Monks,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.