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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Television,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.