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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.