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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.