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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.