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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Grass Roots to the rap 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.