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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
The Sound,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.