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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Swans,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.