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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.