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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.