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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Raincoats to the punk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
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Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.