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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.