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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Wake to the punk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.