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 Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.