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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.