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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers 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?
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.