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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
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 David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.