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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
The Trojans,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.