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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.