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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.