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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.