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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sonics to the jazz 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.