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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Roxette,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.