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 Somalia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.