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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.