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 Comoros and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
UT,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.