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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.