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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.