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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Japan to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.