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 Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.