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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.