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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Magma,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.