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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Neil Young to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Scion,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.