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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Can to the punk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
June Days,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.