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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.