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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.