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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
The Names,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.