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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.