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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.