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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.