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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 Lou Reed 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 Faust 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.