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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Five Americans to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
The Move,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
UT,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.