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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
The Associates,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.