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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.