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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.