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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Smog,
the Swans,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.