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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.