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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ludus 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.