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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.