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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Visage,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.