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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.