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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Index,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.