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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All cv313 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.