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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.