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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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.