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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.