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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Scion,
Monolake,
Index,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.