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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek 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?
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.