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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.