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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.