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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.