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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.