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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
The Names,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.