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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.