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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Ossler to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Scion,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Kayak,
Nico,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.