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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.