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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.