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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.