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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Organ,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.