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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.