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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.