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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Organ,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.