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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.