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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.