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 Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s.
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 John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.