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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.