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 Peru and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
MDC,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.