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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.