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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.