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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
MDC,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.