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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Ituana,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.