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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.