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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.