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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.