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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.