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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.