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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.