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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.