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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.