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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.