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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
10cc,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.