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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.