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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.