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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.