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 Benin 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.