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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.