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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.