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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.