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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.