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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Fear,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.