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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Litter to the grunge 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.