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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Crime,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.