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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
The Cure,
CMW,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.