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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Deepchord 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
MDC,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.