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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Scientists to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.