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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.