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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.