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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.