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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.