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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
10cc,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.