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 Swaziland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.