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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.