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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.