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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.