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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Slits to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.