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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.