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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Lalann,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.