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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Visage,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.