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 Liechtenstein 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.