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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.