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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.