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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.