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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.