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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.