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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.