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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
UT,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.