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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.