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 Congo 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
the Association,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Nas,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.