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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.