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 Georgia and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Gong,
Can,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.