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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
JFA,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.