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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.