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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.