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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.