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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
June Days,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.