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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trojans to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.