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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.