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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.