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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.