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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.