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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.