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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.