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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.