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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Sällskapet to the grime 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.