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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.