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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.