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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.