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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Colin Newman to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.