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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.