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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Quantec,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.