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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.