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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.