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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Ituana,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.