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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Wire,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.