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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.