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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
DNA,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Organ,
Television,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.