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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Brick,
The Index,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.