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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.