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 Iraq 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Warren Ellis 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Television,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.