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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
CMW,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.