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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.