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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Wire,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.