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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Television,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.