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 Venezuela and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.