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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.