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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.