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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.