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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the rock 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.