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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.