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 Germany 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 rhodes 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Magma,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.