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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
UT,
The Star Department,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Rakim,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Crime,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.