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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Cluster,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.