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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Style to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.