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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.