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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Index,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.