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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.