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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Searchers to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.