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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Franke,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.