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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
June Days,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.