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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.