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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
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.