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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.