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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Crime,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.