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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Star Department to the punk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.