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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.