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 Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.