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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.