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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 disco 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Cymande,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.