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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Gong,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.