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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.