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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.