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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.