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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.