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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Maurizio to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.