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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.