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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.