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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.