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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.