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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.