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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.