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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Association to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.