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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.