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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.