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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.