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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.