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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.