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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Echospace,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
MDC,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.