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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Standells to the rap 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.