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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Crime to the grunge 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.