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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Smog,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.