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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Doors 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Organ,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.