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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.