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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.