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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.