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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.