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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.