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 London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.