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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Nico to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.