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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
The Move,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.