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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.