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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.