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 Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.