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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.