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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.