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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s.
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 The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
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.