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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.