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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.