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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Brick 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.