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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.