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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.