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 Nepal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
MC5,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Nas,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.