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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 güiro 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.