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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.