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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.