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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.