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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.