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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.