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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.