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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica 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?
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.