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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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?
Average White Band,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.