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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Index,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.