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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.