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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.