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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.