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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Television,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.