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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 The Walker Brothers 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.