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 Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.