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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.