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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.