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 Italy and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.