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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.