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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.