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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.