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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.