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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Black Pus to the grunge 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.