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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Josef K to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.