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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Motorama,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
CMW,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.