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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.