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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.