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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Motorama,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.