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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.