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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.