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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.