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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.