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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.