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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.