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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Vogues to the rap 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.