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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.