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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.