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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.