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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Slave,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.