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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.