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 Thailand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.