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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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?
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Mars,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.