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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.