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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.