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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
the Association,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.