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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.