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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.