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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Amon Düül 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.