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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.