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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.