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 Gabon 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
X-102,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.