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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.