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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
The Sound,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.