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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.