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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 United States of America to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.