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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Pylon,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.