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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Moby Grape to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.