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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 The Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.