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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Index,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.