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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Minutemen to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.