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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.