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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Angels of Light to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.