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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.