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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.