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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
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