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 Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.