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 Germany and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.