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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.