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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.