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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 The Litter to the techno 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
cv313,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.