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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
DNA,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.