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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
10cc,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.