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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.