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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.