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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Seeds to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
X-102,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.