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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Japan,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.