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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Faust,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.