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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.