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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.