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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.