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 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.