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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Mummies to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.