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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.