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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.