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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.