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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.