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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.