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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted 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.