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 Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.