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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
UT,
CMW,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.