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 Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Angels of Light 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
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James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.