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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.