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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.