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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.