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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.