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 Romania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.