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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Pole to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
The Litter,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.