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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.