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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.