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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.