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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.