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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.