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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Wings,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.