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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.