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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.