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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.