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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.