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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.