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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Monks,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.