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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.