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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the crunk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Swans,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.