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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.