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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Ten City,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.