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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.