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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.