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 Togo and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.