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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.