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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Japan,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.