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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.