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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Can to the rock 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.