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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
The Monks,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Motorama,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.