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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Deakin,
Audionom,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.