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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.