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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.