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 St Lucia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.