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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 The Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths 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?
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Whodini,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.