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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.