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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 T. Rex to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Can,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Unwound,
Monks,
The Doors,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.