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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
The Victims,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.