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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Whodini,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.